Connected

I’m working on the computer
Grading papers
Kids upstairs
Wife upstairs
Both monitors are on
So no matter what room they are in
I can hear them
If they laugh
I can smile
If they scream at one another
I can cringe
If my daughter tells her mother
That she is not ready to
Leave the beach and
Get out of her swimsuit
Until daddy sees it
I can save my grading spreadsheet and
Run upstairs to the beach
I suppose it’s a little like the executive
On vacation
Who can’t let go of his blackberry
Except I escape to the office
About twenty feet away and
The executive probably doesn’t
Love the boss
Or change his diaper or
Run upstairs for a chance to
Visit him on the beach